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He saw things in strings of logic. He could find correlations in things that seemed unrelated. He had a knack for doing it and he prided himself in this ability. He could predict the future; Well, he could predict it about as well as anyone could, but he was better at it than anyone. His mind was consistently years in the future; he paid little attention to the present. The others despised him. They thought he didn't focus enough on the present, as they did; they hated hearing him talk, hearing him predict, but never said anything to him. He knew, though, he could tell. Were they jealous, scared? He didn't know; nevertheless, he was alone; no one wanted to live with their thoughts in the future, as he did. He would read stories about characters with plans, goals just to see these characters fail due to a present-day oversight. Each of these stories had the same moral: don't focus on the future, focus on the here and now; don't count your chickens before they hatch. He heard this, but it seemed so trivial to him. All these stories were designed to hinder, to keep people back from their full potential.They were to him, illogical. All he wanted was someone to listen, someone to care; legitimately care. Instead he got glazed eyes and friends located in the present. They were so distant to him, like trying to keep in contact with someone behind you, leaving notes to have them pick up when they catch up but by that time, you're still ten steps ahead.
He saw the next step of humanity, saw the end of the world. It didn't frighten him, all he wanted to do was to share, to have someone to share that experience with. It's like climbing a mountain and getting to the top and seeing the most extravagant sight, but being utterly alone. It's masturbation, meaningless.
People, too were just a function of logic to him, seeing how people act, react. It was a theory. Like all theories, once you've established what has been and what is, one can predict what will be. He saw people, too, as just ends to massive functions of logic. He found he was right, too. Is that why he was hated, feared? He felt nothing, the most piercing nothingness imaginable.
 haruki_jitsunin · Tue Oct 13, 2009 @ 09:03am · 0 Comments |
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